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The plight of the Cherokee is a sad tale.  However, the similarities between the removal of the Cherokee and the Democratic National Convention weigh heavy on my heart.  Below is a example of one soldiers story of the removal in 1838.

“I saw the helpless Cherokees arrested and dragged from their homes, and driven at the bayonet point into the stockades. And in the chill of a drizzling rain on an October morning I saw them loaded like cattle or sheep into six hundred and forty-five wagons and started toward the west….On the morning of November the 17th we encountered a terrific sleet and snow storm with freezing temperatures and from that day until we reached the end of the fateful journey on March the 26th 1839, the sufferings of the Cherokees were awful. The trail of the exiles was a trail of death. They had to sleep in the wagons and on the ground without fire. And I have known as many as twenty-two of them to die in one night of pneumonia due to ill treatment, cold and exposure…”

        Private John G. Burnett, Captain Abraham McClellan’s Company, 2nd Regiment,   Brigade,                                         Mounted Infantry, Cherokee Indian Removal, 1838-39
 The wagons and stockades, for the Cherokee are no different than the Protest cages, the city of Denver has planned for the protestors at the Democratic Convention.  Some protesters arrested at the Democratic National Convention could be jailed in a city- owned warehouse, complete with metal cages and barbed wire.  . The newly created lockup, in a warehouse northeast of Denver, contains dozens of metal cages made of chain-link fence material, topped by rolls of barbed wire.  Each of these fenced-in areas is about 15 feet by 15 feet, with a lock on the door. A sign on the wall reads “Warning, electric stun devices used in this facility.”  In Denver, the police will be there with full riot gear.  They will be armed with battons, mace and shields.  How is this any different than the banonets used against the Cherokee?

This is how you treat cattle, and how the Cherokee and many other tribes were treated.  Like we were animals, unable to feel or care.  Now, it seems the attack is on supporters of democracy, and freedom of speech.  If this is any indication of an Obama presidency, I fear for this country and this world.  I ask all those undecided, to look at the similarities, and ask you “Is Obama the right choice?”  Any presidential candidate and any party that would condone this kind of treatment to his fellow Americans is no American at all.

I have to believe that Freedom of speech is no longer allowed in this country.  Just ask any Cherokee, and they can tell you, your rights can be taken away in an instant.  This system looks like a “political prisoner camp”.  This has been done before; just ask any Cherokee or even Japanese American. 

Japanese American internment refers to the forcible relocation and internment of approximately 110,000 Japanese nationals and Japanese Americans to housing facilities called “War Relocation Camps”, in the wake of Imperial Japan‘s attack on Pearl Harbor.[1] [2] The internment of Japanese Americans was effected unequally throughout the United States. Japanese Americans residing on the West Coast of the United States were all interned, whereas in Hawaii, where over 150,000 Japanese Americans comprised nearly a third of that territory’s population, an additional 1,200[3] to 1,800 Japanese Americans were interned.[4] Of those interned, 62 percent were United States citizens.[5] [6]

Free speech is written into our constitution; however, there are times when it is suppressed.  Some of you may say, if the protestors don’t cause trouble they will not need the stockades.  But I must remind you, the Cherokee caused no trouble, and the Japanese Americans caused no trouble.  The new DNC will have things their way or else.  That is the sad reality, of the new Obama Democratic Party.  You see, the party we once knew, is lost, and a new one has emerged.  The Obama Democratic Party.

Below is a first hand account of the Nunna daul Isunyi—“the Trail Where They Cried”.

 

   Government soldiers rode before them, on each side


of them, & behind them.  The Cherokee man walked and looked straight ahead and would not look down nor at the soldiers.  Their women and their children followed in their footsteps and would not look at the soldiers.  Far behind them, empty wagons rattled and rumbled and served no use.       The wagons could not steal the soul of the Cherokee.  The land was stolen from him, his home taken away, but the Cherokee would not let the wagons steal is soul.  As they passed the village of the white man, people lined the trail to watch him pass.  At first they laughed at how foolish was the Cherokee to walk with empty wagons rattling behind him.  The Cherokee did not turn his head at their laughter and soon their was no laughter. 
     And as the Cherokee walked farther from his mountain home he begin to die, his soul did not die nor did it weaken.  It was the very young and the very old and the sick.  At first the soldiers let them stop to bury their dead, but more died-by the hundreds by the thousands……… more than a third of them to die on the trail.  The soldiers said they could only bury the dead every three days for the soldiers wished to hurry and be finished with the Cherokees. 
     The soldiers said the wagons would carry the dead but the Cherokees would not put his dead in the wagons he carried them.  Walking, the little boy carried his dead baby sister and slept by her at night on the ground.  He lifted her the in his arms the next morning and carried her.  The husband carried his dead wife.  The son carried his dead mother and his father.  The mother carried her dead baby.  They carried them in their arms and walked and they did not turn their heads to look at the soldiers nor look at the people who lined the trail to watch them pass. 

     Some of the people cried but the Cherokee did not cry not on the outside for the Cherokee would not let them see his soul as he would not ride in the wagons.  And so they called it the trail of tears for it sounds romantic and speaks of the sorrow of those who stood by the Trail.  A death march is not romantic you cannot write poetry about, the death stiffened baby in his mothers arms staring at the jolting sky with eyes that will not close while his mother walks.  You cannot sing songs of fathers laying down the burden of his wife’s corpse to lie by it through the night and to rise and carry it again the next morning.  And tell his oldest son to carry the body of the youngest.  And do not look, nor speak, nor cry, nor remember the mountains.  It would not be a beautiful song and so they call it Trail of Tears.

 
 
 
 
 

 

                                            Cherokee Rose